The farmer stomped lifeless the ground with his well-worn sole. Wrinkles in his face had become a connection from some betrothed world, to words twisted toxic and curled.
He screamed to far gone memories, or whoever would stop and listen: What the **** was it all for? Do we not reap what we sew?
Some creature of creation found the man, standing on all fours, and it whispered it is not so
But the creature didn’t move or speak, instead it transformed, and from its mouth grew a beak, inscribed with verses of the Qur’an depicting holiness and peace- its skin grew amber scales and this thing to behold then... fell asleep.

The man screamed there is no time for this and the creature sighed back, never wake a monster from its sleep
Shackles grew like vines on the poor man’s thoughts, curiosity burned like acid his tongue and he felt weak, but as the man lost will the creature leapt to its feet

And so the creature took flight on insidious prayers, the farmer knew not what to do and just…stood there. Initiative left woefully in some back pocket of the brain the farmer was swept under wings, swept in swirling eddies born vivid in this boring man’s nightmare
Look! Roared the creature, what you look for grows rich! There is hunger in nature. Wildflowers greedy like ellipses craving ...time, greedy for attention
So give them what they want. Let night drink from your skin, let winter take solace in your memories of summer- fire cringes as it crackles too, stealing voices, leaving bones
Please there is no time for this just tell me what you know

See the amethyst tears flow with ease down aged trees? Not pressed, squeezed nor forced through some artificial means; could more natural a process for sweet natural things be?

But there is not time for this just tell me what you know

As plush songbirds echo some thunder unseen, the observer drinks sound, whets the whistles of dreams, now cage such a bird- honeyed thunder turns to screams

I said there is not time for this just tell me what you know

Unfiltered light bellows breathe in stagnant seas, Ah and sailors, eyes bathed in ***, with calmed visage simply…freeze. Below deck oil-lit lanterns engulfed in darkness just…creak.
I said there is no time for this now tell me what you know
Time is up for me but I have shown you where to go…
If only you would see- I am of you, from this process we should grow. It seems you’ll never know,  for your haste has worn me weak-

*You don’t reap what you sew, you reap what you seek